Chapter 1

Aria POV

I’m Aria, notorious in our circle as Hunter’s biggest simp.

I practically gifted him opportunities, literally put my life on the line for him on that treacherous mountain. For three whole years, I laid my heart bare, and Hunter was finally starting to thaw.

Everyone thought we were destined to be together.

But then, he turned around and went official with my distant relative, Chloe.

The whole social scene watched me, whispering about how heartbroken I must be.

But just as they were clucking their tongues, an anonymous video suddenly went viral online.

The clip showed a dimly lit private room, the camera wobbling slightly with movement.

The hand of the person filming, tattooed with thorny vines, flashed at the edge of the frame. And there I was, sprawled on the couch, completely wasted.

Drunk-me, face flushed, bent down to light a cigarette. The smoke rings blurred the lens.

Then, I suddenly looked up, staring directly at the camera, a mocking smirk curving my wine-soaked lips.

"Hunter, huh…"

I flicked the ash.

"His temper sucked, and his skills? Seriously underwhelming. Honestly, nothing to write home about."